Madara's Brother Naruto Fanfiction

16. A Small Affection

Guren activated his Sharingan. In front of him hung a small mirror, big enough for him to see how he looks like and it reflected how red his eyes can be. Somehow when he did check his glowing orbs, he can't activate a new ability. His eyes stayed with three tomoe, unchanging like how it had always been.

He had stood there for an hour but he can't figure out why he had failed to obtain a Mangekyo Sharingan. Then again, he was never so sure that killing Hamada would bring any changes for his Sharingan. He wasn't that precious to him because he had decided to choose Madara and that won't change. The eyes he had given to Zetsu will turn useless for now. Perhaps he'll find someone else so that he can gain a new power. Although, he wished he won't waste too much time for that.

He took a step back, revealing half of his naked top. His hands were busy tying his ponytail but his eyes didn't focus on that. They were focusing on his grim expression. He was revising a plan to put the situation under his control. Obito isn't going to 'die' soon and the worst part was being targetted by Danzo. Even if he had defeated his soldiers once, there was no telling what that old man would do next. Nonetheless, Guren firmly believed that his fight with the Root won't reach Hiruzen's ears any sooner. If he was to find out, Danzo's action within Amegakure will be stopped.

That, and Guren had to prepare for whatever questioning he was going to have. Although he had hoped Shisui's words were true regarding his father and the third hokage so that he wouldn't seat through Yamanaka's interrogation method. He believes that it'll only happen to suspicious situations whereas his was nothing more than a lost victim and was picked up by Amegakure's villagers. Unless he acts suspicious, he wouldn't have to be interrogated as such.

Guren turned around to grab his shirt and put in on. Today, he had worn a black attire. His red eyes matching with his black clothes, he thought that he looked a bit intimidating. Then his scarlet eyes spun to its normal black. A plain and dull looking child. That was what he had always been. 

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Today marked the end of the battle. The end of the third shinobi war. Konoha was victorious with the help of many skilled shinobi, including Uchiha Hamada although the war hero, Namikaze Minato had received more attentions. There were too many casualties. Those who were sacrificed were honoured today. They were buried under the ground while their peers and family cried. It was a gloomy day, out of all days and Sarutobi Hiruzen, the third hokage was giving his speech for the memorial service.

During his whole speech, the one that caught his eyes the most was the proud and indifferent child, Uchiha Guren. He was none other than a victim of war. Or to be exact, his father was. And there he was standing like nothing can break him.

"Oh poor boy."

"Look, he didn't even shed a tear."

"What kind of a son is he?"

"Uchiha Hamada wasted his life. He could've been so much better if he had married to another noble."

It was hypocritical if he was to say that the villagers are horrible after spitting those insults. They have always been barking with no bite. Unlike Guren, who straight out murdered his own father. Inhumane. What they said about Guren being a bad son was true. The fact that he didn't even spare his father a tear, hah, what a devil.

Guren's eyes were staring down at the name carved on the stone. 'Uchiha Hamada' it said. And there were unnecessary words he refused to read. Only that name was enough and he wanted to leave fast but he knew he can't do that. It was improper and not to mention, Uchiha Hamada had once became a part of his life. At least Hamada was once an existence he had acknowledged as a father eventhough it wasn't enough for him to immediately gain a Mangekyo Sharingan.